Monday, April 13, 2009

Lady in Red Is Dancing With Me

What is meaning?

What is truth?

Why does it matter?

It matters because we are here, because we exist and most importantly because it gives us something to do.

But why should it?

Why should we simply occupy our minds with simple drivel whilst ignoring what is important? I suppose that would mean actually knowing what ‘important’ is. Oh but important is family, it is belonging, it is knowing who you ARE the universal ‘they’ will tell you. Well thank you universal ‘they’ you have been of great help here today.Now back to the matter at hand.
Or is there in fact any matter at hand? It only matters if I say it matters and who am I to say it matters? Why should it even matter that I think it matters? But everything matters if it matters to you! They will proclaim. Yeah tell that to the millions who are being blown up by god knows who for god knows why right now, to the dictatorships forming and collapsing, to women being raped, children being abused, people being manipulated, cheated on, experiencing moments of euphoria, being born and dying. It’s all this huge tangled mess that no one can ever truly fix. Yep world peace, that’d be good, but then what would we all do with ourselves?
Humanity needs something to DO it needs something to mull over when it is not occupying itself with education (or avoidance of it), work, family/friends/workmates/ sexual interest etc or other form of hobby
.All we do is create things, watch them fall apart (if we live long enough, for surely everything comes to an end eventually) and then we wonder why we bothered creating it in the first place. But it gave me pleasure at the time! You will exclaim. Yes well making a baby gives you plenty of pleasure for a short period of time but then you’ve got the rest of your life to suffer for it. Or not I suppose, depends on whether you’re the kind of person who should be having kids.
Who determines who should be having kids? Why should it matter? Some say our only purpose is to make babies, to simply exist, to make more babies and die. Most people don’t like that idea because it is rather depressing. The vast majority of the time I do not like that idea either. Sometimes though, sometimes I do wonder,
faith.
To have faith is to KNOW to TRUST.
I have faith.
But what if I just have faith because I want to have faith? Because the alternative is simply too terrifying to imagine, that my life means nothing and the few people it DOES mean something to will soon perish and their lives will have meant nothing because the people their lives meant something to will also perish and so the cycle will continue. Sure some people live on in history but what do they really MEAN to us? I have had people tell me that these figures inspire them, that Jesus or Joan of Arc or Henry VIII have given them a reason to want to exist in this world and I believe them.
What if we took it all away? The distractions. The computers, TVs, movies, radios, music, books, science, history, war, exploration and religion. Would we then find TRUTH?Can truth be defined? Isn’t truth subjective? Isn’t it what you want it to be? Isn’t it what ‘feels’ right? Why should our ‘feelings’ make anything ‘right’?
WHAT IS RIGHT?
How can you define it? Oh but it is the opposite of wrong! It is when we KNOW that what we have done is BAD.
But aren’t these just constructs? In some Arab countries men hold hands – this is RIGHT because it is a SYMBOL of FRIENDSHIP. Then when they decide to move those hands to other places or use other body parts it is suddenly WRONG. Why? BECAUSE SO AND SO SAID SO. DUH.
Oh right excuse me for not realising.
IT IS WRONG TO KILL.
Why?
BECAUSE SOMEONE SAID SO.
Which is why Americans still practice capital punishment, which is why men who kill hundreds of other men in war are celebrated as ‘heroes’ for they have been ‘brave’ and fought ‘for their country’ (oil/land/meaningless religious distinction) but the man who killed his son because hi s son was in pain always, never able to move or ‘live’ (whatever that is) that man is sent to jail because he has done something BAD.It is only ever ‘wrong’ when it suits your purposes for it to be wrong. It is wrong to ‘kill’ because this means that your neighbour could walk into your home and slaughter you simply because they felt the urge. It is, on the other hand, perfectly legal to slaughter cows, ducks, chickens, pigs, moose, elephants and anyone else that can’t sue you and kill them. Oh but I need to eat! Well there are vegetables. Yes but vegetables are alive too! WE ARE KILLING LIVING THINGS WHEN WE MOW THE LAWN, WHEN WE EAT POTATO PIE. We shouldn’t eat. We should starve. Eating merely fulfils unnecessary desires, desires that distract us from our goal.
What is this goal?
Why to find the meaning of life!
Don’t you have to be alive to find the meaning of life?
Well yes that does help.
Sometimes.
Not always.If you work fast you can find the meaning of life without living.
Define ‘life’
.I can’t, there are too many definitions – is it breathing? Is it consciousness? Is it being social? Is it all or none of the above?
I suppose you would need to eat to physically sustain yourself long enough to reach the stage of development required to contemplate existence.
PEOPLE DON’T CONTEMPLATE EXISTENCE! THEY THINK ABOUT IT FOR A MOMENT, FREAK OUT AND HIDE BEHIND/IN FRONT OF SOME SORT OF INVENTION.
Or they drive themselves mad with nonsense written in books by people who wrote what they UNDERSTOOD Buddha/Jesus etc to have said, NOT WHAT JESUS/BUDDHA ETC SAID.
Humans change things to suit themselves, all they care about are their selfish gains, gains that will mean nothing when they face their grave, all that will matter will be meaning itself.

Find the meaning of meaning and you will find meaning.

9 comments:

Daniel Kofler said...

I have faith in my lack of faith. And yet sometimes my faith falters.

Ally said...

You scare me, Neha. That was a pretty damn serious entry. It dwarfs my seriousness.

To put my 2 cents in... as you say, I can't know in any concrete way that feelings equate to meaning or truth or anything consequential. But I have to believe that they do. My belief in God isn't so much something I get from church or the Bible, but it's that joy and wonder I feel sometimes, mostly in those moments when you see something and the whole world suddenly seems new and you recognise its beauty and magnitude. And while I'm not sure that being written down in history DOES make anyone's life any more meaningful, I know that I feel a connection to people and places in history... standing in places like Pompeii and in the Parthenon in Athens gives me an indescribable feeling, and even if there is nothing able to be defined as 'meaning', even if it means nothing to anyone else, it means the world to me. And that's enough.

aheN said...

ah yes.
Connection.
I suppose that is pretty much what we all seek here, in our lives. It IS those profound moments of connection that add to our will, rather than blind faith.
Or no faith.

aheN said...

maybe that is why I refuse to let my internet connection die (for it keeps dropping out, that motherfucking arse) and yet I fight it and bring it back to life. For it is my only connection to the world (at least right now).

aheN said...

'motherfucking arse* sounds so wrong. Not wrong as in inappropriate, just not very 'me'.
I think 'motherfucker' would be more suitable.

Daniel Kofler said...

or 'motherfucker on wheels' - that was a popular turn of phrase among the deadbeats (of which I was occassionally among) of Trinity Catholic College, Auburn.

aheN said...

Lyss I get told I scare people a lot.

Dan - hug more pansexuals

Heather said...

I think I might have to give up reading your blog Neha...

It scares me...
First the hybrid leather pant/shoes [Poes?]

Now this. I am feeling the urge to hide under my doona.
Or read twilight, or do something comforting.
But why do I find the things I find comforting, comforting?

I can't feel my toes...I dont have any toes!

Oh no wait...I'm wearing socks.

Sigh.

*Goes back to essay*

But...why?

*Hides under doona and tries not to think existential thoughts instead*

aheN said...

oh heather feather beather deather
do not worry my dear
all is well
just think EC EC EC EC 'EDDY FOR ME!'
IIIIIIIIIIII LIIIKE EEEDDY CULLEN!
EEEEDDY CULLEN FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE
(to the tune of aeroplane jelly)